Friday, December 17, 2021

Using Davis' Hot Hole

 My Playroom—October, 2021

Davis was back for another round in the playroom.  I loved how open he’d been to new experiences, so when he was ready to come up again, I cleared my schedule.  This time didn’t set any kind of new goal to achieve.  We just had some kinky fun…

 

It’s a long drive for Davis.  He has spent a fair amount of time in the shower to freshen up.  I have left a robe for him on the bathroom door knob.  I go back to the blog post I was working on when he arrived and write a little more.  I feel the pouch of my jock filling as I type.  I don’t know if it’s my words or the anticipation.  I hear the water cut off and my cock oozes a drop of pre-cum into the stained fabric. 

Ok.  It’s him.

I stop typing and go put on my boots.  Davis emerges and I tell him to go on down to the playroom—I will be right there.  And I am.  He is naked but for a NYPD blue jock and athletic socks.  As he hears the door open he goes to his knees.  I hang my robe on the door knob and move to the fuck bench.  I sit/lean against the top piece, my legs spread wide.

“Suck my cock.”

He has swiveled slightly, still on his knees.  Davis buries his face in the pouch of my jock.  He inhales.  Sighs.  His tongue comes out and begins to lick the fabric.  Soon, he’s found the edge and begins licking my balls.  I pull the fabric aside.  I want his mouth on me.  He hungrily licks and sucks the hairy sacks.  I stroke my cock.  When I’ve worked up another drop of pre-cum, I move his mouth to the head of my cock.  He tongues the head thoroughly—and then deep throats me.  And again.

He groans and pulls off. 

“Get up here,” I tell him.  I move and let him crawl up on the padded bench.  He settles in and hits his poppers as I kneel.  I pull his generous ass cheeks apart and taste his hole.  He groans.  I moan—and burrow in with my tongue.  I spit and lick until his hole is slick with my gob.  I stand up and work the head of my cock into him.

“I always forget,” he murmurs as he huffs, “just how big you are.”

The poppers do their job—and his hole is mine.  I fuck him slowly.  The full length in and out.  His groans and egg me on to speed up and fuck him harder.  I do it.  Then I pull out and walk to his mouth.  He eagerly cleans me off, reveling in the taste of his hole.

We move to the sling.  The moment he is in the stirrups, I let fly with a piss load covering his ass crack.  I drop to my knees and lick it off him—which leads me to rimming his fucked hole.

I plow his ass.

I let him clean my dick, with him leaning out of the sling.

I use the egg headed dildo on him.  I don’t add my cock.  He’s not quite ready for that yet.  But I fuck him with the bigger head of it.

I piss a little more—this time some goes into his hole.  I grab the smallest butt plug and slide it in to keep the piss up there as once again he cleans my dick.  “Get me good and wet for I’m going back up your hole with just you for lube.”  He leaves me covered in spit. 

And I fuck it all up his willing hole…

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We take a break.  We both drink up.  I am hoping he will be able to piss.  I surprise him by getting in the sling.  “Lick my balls.”  He kneels.  His face is right at my ball sack as I recline.  I stroke my cock as he tongues me.  I say my usual—“Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls.”  He does.  Really well. His licking makes my cock run like the clichéd faucet.  I mop some up on a finger and feed it to him, telling him it’s his reward.  He licks it clean—and then sucks my middle finger as if it were a tiny cock.  I smear his spittle on my dick and push his head lower to lick my perineum.

We switch places, Davis in the sling and me on my knees.  His hole is so juicy now from all the fucking and stretching. 

I fuck him.  Hard.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  Watching my cock split into him.

I finally have to pause to get my wind back.  I move the rimseat away from the wall.

 “Out you come.”  His eyes have been closed.  He’s been in his own world.

I help him out—and then have him lean his chest to the sling.  I enter him.  I fuck him hard.  He is groaning—it feels totally different to both of us.  I suddenly stop.  My bladder is full.  I pull out slightly and suddenly I am gushing into his once tight hole.  I can’t stop.  It just goes on and on.

Davis moans into the sling:  “Are you gonna drink that out of me?”

“I’m gonna fuck in it, first.”

I begin thrusting— listening to the sloshing inside of him.  I pull some piss out on each backstroke—which means there has to be a whole lot inside him.  “Here we go.”  I pull out and my fingers are there to keep his hole from gaping and spilling any.  I ask for his poppers and take a long hit before I settle under the frame.  The seat comes down.  He sits.  My tongue hits his hole and it is a deluge.  No poking around to find it.  He is full to bursting.  He doesn’t try to control the flow— he just lets it go.  I drink most of it, but there is so much coming at me, I can’t get it all.  I close my eyes and just let it spray all over my face.

When his ass stops dripping, Davis moves.  He knows where he needs to be.  He is in the sling before I can get off the floor.  I ram my dick into his pissed out hole—and give him every drop of my cum…

 

Too wet to pack?  I found it in the bathroom.



 

You can find his other two sessions here and here.

8 comments:

  1. Can I just say that this was perfect. Every aspect. My idea of a dream encounter. So thoughtful, he left you a souvenir of your time together. A very nice touch.

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    1. Davis is great fun. I think some things still shock him--and perhaps that he seems to like them.

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    2. But doesn't that just add to the enjoyment of the whole experience? Watching someone discovering new and different things about themselves and how much they are enjoying it. It sure does for me.

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  2. How nice, he left you a souvenir. I love it when people leave things behind. I have quite a collection and it makes me so happy.

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    1. ...and when they leave something behind it usually suggests they'd like to return. I certainly would!

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    2. I have had things left before. Always nicer than the things that disappear.

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    3. I sure hope he'll be back in the new year...once things slow and calm down again.

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